Verse 1:

Many years spent digging for the greats in. The crates,

Now I’m facing my faith, partaking in grace.

Many contracts, all the backend splits,

But now I’m half past rich, feelin’ trapped in the script.

Never did this for the fame, I was stackin’ the score,

Put the beats in the wild, bass crackin’ the floor.

Now I’m back in my form, voice crackin’ and worn,

With a catalog that’d make your favorite reform.

Yeah I ghostwrote legacies, and stayed in the mist,

Now I’m on the mic, confessin’

, got a flame in my fist.

Got the mind of a mogul, yeah…

I’m still searchin’ for that perfect loop in my vinyl.

Call it mid-life crisis cuz I’m back on the pen,

Either way, I’m in the lab late, fightin’ again.

Might be past my prime, maybe stuck in a phase,

But I’d rather have peace, than some hollow praise.

I’m still here.

Chorus:

Some say a garden

Some say a pond

Once I arrive, it still won’t fill my empty hopes

Another day, another day, I run away but this is home

So many times I feel alive, then wonder why I don’t.

Okay, my phone be on DND A hunger for the word drives me like Liam Neese

It’s a different air when you’re nearing peace If I bring in receipts, would you believe?

It’s a battle won, then another one And there's World War III inside my mind of what could’ve been

This a rollercoaster with no seatbelts This a faith journey with no details

Seen the Father move on my behalf, I learned to be still, then I rebuild

Refill with these Ben's Double L.L. Bean dressed, hunter green, Queens beds with creases

Anything Pastor Marie says is gonna wet fleeces

More Gideon make it hard for them to agree with

And if you want I’ll rent another U-Haul, Go away to Utah

I don’t want to reach the top to see you already moved on

Thin line between cheap and frugal but this thing holds value

Before a while then, far from the noise,

Refrain:

Drifting through time, but, this road is my own. (x2)

So many times I feel alive, then wonder why I don’t.

Chorus:

Some say a garden

Some say a pond

Once I arrive, it still won’t fill my empty hopes

Another day, another day, I run away but this is home

So many times I feel alive, then wonder why I don’t.